- Blackfaced Actor: [singing] I'm Uncle Tom. Yowza! Yowza! I do's de best I can. / I totes dat cotton when it treats me rotten. But I do's da best I can. Yowza! Yeah, man!
- George Harris: [trying to write a song as his boss walks up, irritated] Oh, uh - did you say banana split?
- Sally Ray: Why, no... Yes - a banana split. Heavy on the cream and sugar.
- Mr. Adams: Pardon me, lady. You didn't say banana split, did you?
- Sally Ray: Why, are you trying to get fresh?
- Sally Ray: [singing] In the spring, the young girl's fancy turns to what the young man's been thinking all year 'round. / Watch out for those swingin' doors! London Bridge is falling down. / Do I know what I'm doing? Do I know what I'm saying? / Do I know if I'm living? Well, I've got you on my mind.
- Sally Ray: Georgie, I'm so proud of you. Look - all these producers are here with contracts for any songs that you may write.
- Broadway Producer: I thought you'd turn out to be a lemon - but you're a peach!
- George Harris: I'm a songwriter, and hundreds of people have told me that I'm really good.
- Sally Ray: Hundreds of people?
- George Harris: Well, I got a lot of relatives.
- Blackfaced Actress: [singing] I play Topsy with no Popsy, or Mammy that I recall. / Don't know how I got as thick as I is. Guess I jes' growed, that's all.
- Sally Ray: I'm Sally Ray. I'm rehearsing with the Frank Green show over at the Gaiety.
- George Harris: Sally Ray? Say, I remember you! You're a singer! I used to see you in vaudeville.
- Sally Ray: Yes, when there *was* vaudeville.
- [first lines]
- Chorus Girl: [a chorus line dances in a soda fountain] Chocolate soda, black and white / Plate of cream - get that right?
- [last lines]
- Salesman: I'm from the Metropolitan...
- George Harris: The Metropolitan Opera Company? Oh, boy - then it wasn't a dream!
- Salesman: I care nothing about your dream; I'm from the Metropolitan Opera Length Hosiery Company, and I'm sure there must be someone in your family - you must have a girl who would thoroughly enjoy...
- George Harris: Bring back those melodramatic plays - bring back those Uncle Tom's Cabin days / When bloodhounds chased Eliza across the blocks of ice, and Little Eva went to heaven, every night about eleven.